This martial arts movie starring Leng Qingqiu is just average, with no major problems and no advantages.

As for Leng Qingqiu's acting skills, it can only be said that it is better than nothing.

"No wonder they didn't continue filming."

After watching the movie, Chen Zixuan muttered silently in his heart.

After watching the movie, it was time for the medicinal bath, but Li Chenglong's figure was still nowhere to be seen.

"Little Zixuan, don't watch it, Senior Brother Li will not come back today."

Leng Qingqiu pulled Chen Zixuan into the bathroom.

"I will control your medicinal bath today."

Seeing that Li Chenglong was still not back, Chen Zixuan had already expected it in his heart.

Unlike the first time he dragged his feet, after gaining experience, Chen Zixuan's face suddenly became thicker.

Take off your clothes, turn over and get into the bathtub, Chen Zixuan's movements can be said to be done in one go.

"Hmm... Seventeen golden blood lines, not bad, not bad."

Chen Zixuan counted the newly born golden blood lines in his heart and nodded with satisfaction.

"Now there are one hundred and twenty-eight."

After the medicinal bath, it was a pleasant and painful sleeping time.

Fortunately, this kind of pleasant and painful sleeping time did not take long to end.

The day after tomorrow, the odor in Leng Qingqiu's room was almost gone.

In the morning, the biological clock woke Chen Zixuan on time.

And Leng Qingqiu was still sleeping soundly at this moment.

Removing the big hand pressing on his chest, Chen Zixuan turned over and got out of bed neatly, not lingering on the warmth of the quilt at all.

After washing, Chen Zixuan practiced Xiaohongquan alone in the courtyard.

It was not until the sky was slightly bright that Gongyang Hongzhi fell from the sky, and Chen Zixuan stopped.

"Teacher Gongyang."

Seeing Gongyang Hongzhi falling from the sky, Chen Zixuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

After saying hello, Chen Zixuan walked to Gongyang Hongzhi's side in a few small steps.

Chen Zixuan wanted to see what means Gongyang Hongzhi used to fly.

After just turning around, Chen Zixuan didn't see any signs.

"Teacher Gongyang, how did you fly? Is your spirit so strong that it can affect yourself?"

The consumption of the spiritual power of a spiritualist acting on external objects is completely different from the consumption of acting on oneself.

For example, if the consumption of spiritual power to manipulate a 100-jin stone is 1, then the consumption of manipulating one's own 100-jin body weight is 10.

It seems a bit unreasonable, but it is actually so unreasonable.

In a word, the rule is like this.

"Of course not."

Gongyang Hongzhi patted Chen Zixuan's head.

"Even if it is really possible, I will not choose this way. There are many ways to fly."

Gongyang Hongzhi pointed to his shoes and said with a smile.

"Master, I have placed two small iron pieces on the soles of these shoes."

"So that's it."

Hearing this, Chen Zixuan immediately understood.

However, Chen Zixuan turned his mind a little and suddenly had another doubt.

"Teacher Gongyang, if you only put them on the soles, then flying will be very inflexible?"

"Teacher, I am a spiritualist, not a crude warrior, and I don't know how to fight in close combat. As long as I move quickly enough, it will be fine."

Gongyang Hongzhi said with a smile subconsciously, not noticing that there was a crude warrior in front of him.

"Teacher Gongyang can ignore this, but I can consider it."

Chen Zixuan found a solution after just a little thought.

"Before my mental power is not enough to squander, I can add protective gear to my arms, legs, etc."

"First, it can protect myself, and second, it can help me avoid harm at critical moments."

Thinking of this, Chen Zixuan suddenly became excited.

However, Chen Zixuan's excitement did not last too long.

He suddenly remembered that these things had to wait to play a role, and he didn't know when they would play a role.

When he went out to travel the world, it was really hard to calculate how much use these things could play.

"Don't think about it, these things are too far away from you."

Gong Yang Hongzhi could see Chen Zixuan's little thoughts, and patted Chen Zixuan's head again.

"Yeah."

Chen Zixuan came back to his senses and nodded.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and Chen Zixuan hadn't seen Li Chenglong for seven days.

If not, Chen Zixuan knew from Leng Qingqiu and Gong Yang Hongzhi that Li Chenglong was just out on business.

He would really think that something was wrong with Li Chenglong.

During the seven days, Chen Zixuan's training schedule had gradually stabilized.

Chen Zixuan's panel data was also rising.

"Master, you're back!"

Seeing Li Chenglong's figure, taking time to practice Xiao HongquanChen Zixuan stopped immediately, his face full of joy.

"Yes, Zixuan disciple."

Seeing Chen Zixuan, Li Chenglong also showed joy on his face, but under the joy, there was a strong sense of fatigue.

"Master, go and rest quickly."

Seeing the red streaks in Li Chenglong's eyes, Chen Zixuan's heart skipped a beat.

As a martial artist of the third level of blood refining, according to common sense, he should not be so tired.

Even if he didn't sleep for several days and nights, it would be impossible for red streaks to appear in his eyes, but it happened.

Chen Zixuan knew that Li Chenglong must have spent a lot of energy on something.

Moreover, this matter might be related to him.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Li Chenglong took a deep breath and said slowly.

Chen Zixuan would never believe what Li Chenglong said, so he hurried forward and pulled Li Chenglong to the living room.

"Brother Jackie Chan..."

Seeing Li Chenglong coming back, Chen Chaoqiang and Lin Haiyue were also very happy.

"Senior Brother Li."

Leng Qingqiu's reaction was relatively calm.

After all, the friendship was different.

Soon, several people also saw Li Chenglong's fatigue.

After a greeting, several people expressed their concern in different ways.

Chen Zixuan pulled Li Chenglong to sit down, and then immediately poured a cup of hot water for Li Chenglong.

Chen Chaoqiang and Lin Haiyue went into the kitchen to prepare some food for Li Chenglong.

Only Leng Qingqiu looked Li Chenglong up and down a few times, knowing that he was just too exhausted and there was nothing wrong, so there was no other movement.

"Master, where have you been these days?"

Seeing Li Chenglong drink a sip of hot water, Chen Zixuan finally couldn't help asking the question in his heart.

Hearing this, Li Chenglong smiled slightly and asked back.

"Guess?"

Hearing the words "guess", Chen Zixuan's eyebrows suddenly raised, and subconsciously wanted to follow up with a sentence - you guess, I guess or not.

Fortunately, Chen Zixuan forced himself to suppress it.

Chen Zixuan glanced at the smiling Li Chenglong, his mind turned a little, and he immediately had a guess in his heart.

"Master, you are looking for the secret technique of sensing the natal star for me."

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

Li Chenglong laughed, then picked up the water cup and took another sip.

Leng Qingqiu on the side glanced at the master and apprentice, and muttered to himself.

"What's so difficult about this?"